Imagine Volunteering For The Hunger Games In Rue’s Place
The resident’s of District 11 watched silently as their district escort chose a paper with the name of the next female tribute. Every single person waited with bated breath, hoping.
“And the girl tribute is Rue Stovall!” she announced.
You kept your head down as memories of her hit you like a flood. Her singing in the orchids, the way she laughed as you spun her around. You thought of her family. Her mother and little brothers and sisters. You thought about the fact that they needed her.
In your heart you knew she could never win. Only the protectiveness that you felt towards her could give you the strength for what you’re about to do.
The district escort calls for volunteers. Silence
“I volunteer as tribute.”
Peacekeepers pulled you out of the crowd towards the stage. Rue flew down the stairs and into your arms. “Go, go.” you nudged her out of sight. Taking your place on stage, you looked up to see hundreds of hands in the three fingered salute. You could do this, you had to.